Nothing will be a greater test of our character than how we choose to respond when we’re in pain. I grew an attachment to the phrase, the day I read John Green’s words “That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt”. There is no escaping it, no running. Sometimes we delay it butContinue reading “Poetry Series – Growing Pains”
Tag Archives: Authenticity
Poetry Series – Warm Death
I find it comical in so many ways that I still ever have the nerve to say I actively practice letting go. Take a look at the last decade of personal relationships and you’ll catch this pattern of detaching but never really letting go. Stay just present enough to be relevant in their life, theirContinue reading “Poetry Series – Warm Death”
Poetry Series – Window Diver
Do you wonder if people think the same unspeakable things that you do? I do. Both wonder and also probably think them. Maybe not exactly but I think we all think thoughts of a horrifying nature – the ones so bad you keep them tucked away, demonizing yourself because how could you think that, it’sContinue reading “Poetry Series – Window Diver”
Poetry Series – Irving, Losing My Mind
I didn’t notice I was slipping until – I’m ready to hang myself – slipped into my mind without warning. I didn’t know I was distant until I stopped recognizing the person sitting next to me. When he reassures me and asks if I know that I can talk to him about anything that’s botheringContinue reading “Poetry Series – Irving, Losing My Mind”
Poetry Series – Disorderly
I’ve spent a little chunk of time delving into the topics of shame and vulnerability, sitting with the ideas, and seeing what’s surfaced. A lot has surfaced. There’s a lot ready to come out and be healed from as soon as we give ourselves the time and space to be present with it. I’m stillContinue reading “Poetry Series – Disorderly”
Poetry Series – Sarah
I’ve reached a point where I’m halted. There’s this brick wall of shame, guilt, and fear that I desperately need to smash down. Shame is connected to who we are, guilt is connected to what we do, and fear is connected to what’s to come. Brick by brick, confession by confession, taking the time toContinue reading “Poetry Series – Sarah”
Faces
The faces in the reflections are never the same faces as in the trees, clouds, leaves. The faces in the reflections are always looking back, looking at me, emotion heavily present across their face but the faces aren’t me. Reflections aren’t just for mirrors. I see them in the windows, on the shiny surface ofContinue reading “Faces”
Writing
Not writing feels like lying, even if only by omission. Not writing feels like I’m hiding. Have you ever played hide and seek with someone that’s terrible at seeking? Hiding parts of yourself. You get bored. Stir crazy. You start moving around, peeking around the corner of the barricade to see if they’re even close.Continue reading “Writing”
Poetry Series – Cemetary Lessons
I get embarrassed to admit just how much I ignored what I wanted out of life anytime anyone else was present. I was afraid to leave the house alone when in relationships because I never wanted to make anyone feel like I was abandoning them by needing time for myself. The thing is, though, IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Cemetary Lessons”
Poetry Series – Breakfast Interruptions
I remember hearing or reading somewhere that our dreams can only show us things, people, and faces we’ve been exposed to in real life. Your mind can’t just create a new face to represent a person in your dream. I’ve gotten used to seeing half blurred faces, ones I can’t remember or picture again. SoContinue reading “Poetry Series – Breakfast Interruptions”
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